I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 69 Initial

Sakura appeared again in April. On the first day of the senior year of high school, Fujii ripped off the calendar on the wall and pushed his bicycle out to school.

I rode along the road full of cherry blossoms for more than ten minutes, sliding down the ramp, and at the end of the ramp was the familiar school gate.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

Passing by classmates in the same school uniform, Fujii had to say hello several times. He received much more attention now than when he transferred to another school a year ago.

"Crack!"

After parking the no longer brand-new bicycle in the parking shed, Fujii just raised his head when three girls who were obviously juniors came up to him. They must have been waiting here in advance.

"Um, Fujii-senpai." The girl in the middle had twin tails and a round face. She was taking the cute route. She didn't dare to raise her head and look directly into his eyes, and timidly handed over a white letter.

"I have liked you since a year ago. Whether you accept it or not, please accept my love letter and read it."

Fujii took the letter, but before he could speak, the three girls ran away. He touched his face. There shouldn't be anything scary on it, right?

Put the letter into the shoulder bag. After a year of use, its shoulder strap has also worn a little, but it can still last for three or four years, so there is no big problem.

When I got to the class, the first class this morning was the freshman assembly held in the school's western auditorium, so there were not many people in the classroom, so they reluctantly went to the western auditorium to gather.

Not surprisingly, the withdrawn student Azusa Hase was still lingering in her seat, probably because she wanted to be the last one to leave the classroom.

Fujii put down his shoulder bag, turned around, and said to Azusa Hase, who was reading with his head down.

"If you don't go to the auditorium now, there won't be any seats available later."

Azusa Hase shook her head, but Fujii couldn't hold her back and forcefully pulled her up. The two walked into the school's Western auditorium together. The seats for thousands of people were almost full.

Each seat has its own class seat number. The seats for the third-year high school students are relatively close to the front. Fujii Shu and Hase Azusa sat down one after another. The freshman assembly has not yet started. He opened the long-lost gold finger panel and planned to assign it.

Click on the free attribute point.

Name; Fujii itsuki/fujii itsuki

Age; 18/50

Strength; 2.00

Physique; 2.00

Agility; 2.00

Intelligence; 2.00/MAX

Charm; 2.00/MAX

Free attribute points; 3.20

Skill;

Painting; LV4/13%

Literature; LV4/26%

Driving; LV3/67%

Cooking skills; LV3/71%

Judo; LV2/15%

Football; LV4/67%

(Adjusted the previously unreasonable data, the improvement after LV4 is not that fast to LV5.)

No points have been added in the past six months. After adding all of Fujii's attributes to 2.0, there are still 3.2 free attribute points left. In addition, the lifespan has also increased to 50 years after all attributes are 2.0, so there is no need to worry about dying young.

"All attributes reach 2.0, and the new function simulated battle is enabled. By consuming one free attribute point, a challenge to improve proficiency of a specified skill will be opened, and a large amount of skill proficiency can be quickly obtained (free attribute points cannot be obtained at the same time)."

"Optimize the calculation method of adding point consumption, no need for multiplier calculation, and the remaining free attribute points are adjusted to 1.2."

A series of prompts sounded, and when he looked at the free attribute points he had saved, he found that he only had 1.2 left. Fujii twitched the corners of his mouth and began to increase his strength, constitution, and agility to 2.4 each.

Warmth spread throughout his body, and he almost groaned, covering his mouth and nose. The principal appeared on the auditorium stage, standing behind the speaker's seat, using a microphone to deliver a clichéd and repetitive speech.

"Classmates, our Hachioji High School's admission rate last year was 96%, and two-thirds of them went to prestigious schools, including Tokyo University, Keijuku, Imperial University and other schools, and our students are admitted every year."

"In terms of sports, the football club won the high school national championship, even defeating the likes of Aomori Yamada."

"Please continue your efforts. Okay, now let's invite the representatives of the first-year students to speak."

After twenty minutes of chanting, the principal finally became thirsty and remembered the following process. He asked a girl wearing glasses among the first-year high school students in the first row to take the stage to give a speech.

"Students, teachers, school leaders..."

I thought she would say something different, but it was just another form of torture. Fujii turned on his phone secretly. The high school senior's seat was very far back, so no one should have noticed him.

There were many people around who were playing with mobile phones. He logged on to Huaguo's website. In 2013, it was the end of the peak period of the popularity of Tieba and other graphic social platforms.

"Yongchang Club announced the signing of new winger Zhao Xiangqian, who is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms?"

What's the use of such a winger? If he falls down at the first touch, there will be no one left in Chinese football.

After swiping out the last hot post on the post bar, Fujii shook his head helplessly and asked for the next one.

"Experts from the Cold Kingdom proved on a variety show that Fujii's ancestors were nobles from the Cold Kingdom, and there is good evidence."

He smiled, and the genealogy of his hometown in Kyoto was still there. He was born into farmers and businessmen for more than ten generations, and had two or three wealthy merchants before he left a relatively detailed genealogy, but he was obviously not a noble or a samurai. Look at him.

You can understand it if your surname is Fujii.

After killing the boring time on his mobile phone, when the class was about to end, Teacher Miyagi called him out alone and took him to the door of the principal's office.

"Principal Sakura is looking for you, remember to listen more and talk less."

She left a reminder and left, leaving Fujii Shu confused for a while.

"Boom!"

Knocking on the door twice, after all, he was summoned by the principal. Perhaps because of his contribution to helping the school team win the championship, he might be given a separate reward.

"Please come in, Fujii-san."

A strong voice came from behind the door.

Pushing open the three-finger-thick expensive wooden door, Fujii stepped on the handmade Arabic carpet with his feet, gently closed the door, and walked into the large office where he could play badminton.

"Fujii-san, as the principal, I am very satisfied that you have not joined professional football. Have you thought about participating in any sports this year?"

Behind the mahogany desk, the gray-haired Principal Sakura turned the boss chair, but it suddenly got stuck halfway through, but she still insisted on finishing her lines.

Sports, basketball?

The image of a man in black suspenders dribbling with his back came to mind. Fujii shook his head and drove this memory away. He didn't want to become an idol who had been practicing for two and a half years.

"As long as you can achieve good results, the school will also give you rewards. The football last year was very good. From now on, your tuition will be free of charge. If you make new breakthroughs this year, there will be scholarships."

Principal Sakura stood up and forcibly turned the boss's chair upright, then sat down safely, holding her chin with both hands, her reading glasses reflecting the white light, her demeanor was exactly the same as Commander Ikari's.

Hoho, here comes the opportunity to make money.

With a smile on his face, Fujii began to choose a new direction.

(End of chapter)